Roleplay?

She smiled.
"Cool! Is he like a friend of your family?"

"Nah," Daso shrugged, suddenly uncomfortable. "It's more like we're coworkers." His face brightened again. "He could probably get your locket clean no problem! Wanna come with me to his place?"

Jaylen was unsure of how to proceed. Should she really go somewhere with this strange boy who had been flirting with her? But she really wanted to get the locket clean.
"Okay," She replied.
"Where does he live?"

"He's a couple minutes from here." Daso noticed her apprehension, waving it away with a quick, "It's perfectly safe, I swear." He realized how suspicious that sounded, but he wasn't sure of a better way to put it. "You don't have to…of course."

"No, I'd like to," Jaylen replied.
"Let's go."

"Alright!" The two of them walk from the beach for a few minutes in near silence. They reach a small beach house. It's not in the best part of town, but it doesn't seem to dangerous. Daso takes the lead, striding to the door and knocking. A middle-eastern man with a buzzcut and a scar on his face answers the door. "Hi, Reos," Daso gushes.

Jaylen stared at the stranger. He looked a bit menacing, but if Daso said he was okay, she guessed she believed him. What was wrong with her? Why did she trust this boy she didn't even know?
"Hello," She said quietly.

Reos regarded her quietly for a while. His broad shoulders, military cargo pants, and muscular build loomed over her. Then, his face broke into a smile she could only describe as motherly. "Aww! Daso, you've brought over a girl?" He clapped his hands. "For all your flirting, you never manage to actually snag one. But here she is, and she's lovely."

Daso desperately waved his hands. "Nononono stop it's not like that. We just…we–"

Jaylen blushed furiously. Her fear towards this man was completely gone. She giggled nervously.
"I'm not his girlfriend."

Reos looked disappointed but not surprised. "Ah, of course. The kid's a flirt who's too shy to actually get the girl." He lifted his eyebrows. "Or guy. Or anyone. He'd flirt with a chair unless the chair started to show interest."

(Well, you guys have been busy. I know I've been gone, but do you mind if I still stay involved with this? Here's mine:

Dominic Thomas Dante is a young computer programmer, on vacation. He has short, dark brown, messy hair, and wears a fedora, blue jeans, red shirt, and black jacket. He has light blue eyes, and he's about 5ft 9in.

(course you can join. I'm about to go to bed, but i'll be back tomorrow at basically any time except 5:30-about 8 central time

Jaylen stared at Daso.
Was he really shy when it came to girls? He didn't seem too shy.
"So, um, Reos," She said,
"Could you help me?"
She showed him the locket.
"I want to get the barnacles off of it."

"Oh, sure I can." Reos placed his hands on his hips. "How rude of me. Come on in, you two." The two of them followed him inside.

Can I join in?

Yep

Jaylen followed him inside to a table. The table was covered with tools and old pieces of junk.
"What's all this?" She asked.

(shit can I still join????)

"Oh you know, just bits and pieces." Reos grinned. "It's a good hobby. Helps with the…" his face grew dark. "Never mind." He rummaged around his stuff, his back to them.

Daso turned to Jaylen. "Sorry about him," he managed, trying to sound suave, "he's… an idiot."

Yes jensenbear you can totally join.

(thanks! My character is Jordan, a guy that likes to think he's smooth and confident but is actually a nervous mess that just wants love. He has lots of tattoos and he's cuban and tall.)

"He doesn't seem like an idiot," Jaylen told Daso.
"He's kind of cool."

(How am I going to come in here? Like, should I be a friend/cousin/brother of Jaylen or Daso?)

Dom sat on his chair under a veranda at the beach, playing with a program he had developed in his spare time on his laptop. As he reached down to grab a sip of pop, his arm brushed his laptop, and he knocked it off his knees. It fell and landed with a thud, losing a couple screws.

He cursed, and got up to go ask around for a screwdriver.

He eventually found himself asking at a house nearby. He rang the doorbell, hoping they would have a decent driver.

Maybe.

(I'm really bad at introducing my character to roleplays lol sorry)

Daso glanced toward the door as the doorbell rang. "Reos, you've got more company." Confusedly Reos hurried to the door. "Can I help you?"

"Heya, sorry to be a bother," Dom started, slightly taken aback by the man's intimidating appearance, "My laptop kinda fell, and I need a jewler's driver for the screws. You got one lying around in there?"

"Everyone's needing my help today," Reos observed with a laugh, "call me mother of the year! C'mon in. I've got just the thing."

Jordan woke up slowly, stretched out across a bench at the beach. He yawned, sitting up and reaching for his phone to check the time. Except, his phone wasn't in his pocket. He searched frantically, thinking that maybe he dropped it, but it was nowhere. He saw people on the porch of somebody's house, and he called out to them. "Hey!" He shouted. They didn't seem to hear them, so he stood and jogged a bit closer. "Hey!" He said again.